Mrs. Diyin picked up Taoist Master Zhen and put it on her shoulders. Then she kicked off her feet, flew up from the Taoist temple, and jumped away in the direction where Mr. Wang came from.
Lord Tianyang rose into the sky, like a ball of flame, and flew away into the distance.
Madam Diyin's long and thin voice was filled with dissatisfaction: "Don't kill too fast, wait for me."
Venerable Tianyang laughed twice, not sure whether he heard it or not.
Mrs. Diyin's plump figure fell to the ground, like a stone statue smashed into the mountain, frightening countless birds.
Her feet sank into the soil, and then she lifted her feet and trudged. The ground seemed to be crawling under her feet, and it was like surging waves, pushing her forward quickly.
This is obviously an extremely advanced earth escape technique, and the speed is definitely not slow.
It's just that it's still a little slower than Lord Tianyang flying away.
Lord Tianyang fell like a meteor and landed in front of the deserted forest, where the Wang family guards were.
This giant-like ghost fell to the ground and stepped on the stone blocking the road with one foot, and the stone began to crack.
Lord Tianyang's red hair was flying like flames. He bent down and looked at the guards on the ground. His eyes were like copper bells, red eyes, and his fangs flashed with cold light.
These guards followed Mr. Wang through life and death, but they couldn't recognize the ghosts and gods in front of them.
Shocked by the appearance of ghosts and gods, they all knelt down and worshiped on the ground: "Greetings to Lord Tianyang."
Venerable Tianyang laughed with joy like thunder: "Where are those sacrifices?"
One of the guards bravely said: "He was dragged into the forest by magic."
Lord Tianyang raised his head and looked into the wild forest.
There was no one in the forest for a long time, and there was a deep silence, which seemed to lead to some terrible place.
Lord Tianyang walked towards the forest, and the stones under his feet were broken into pieces, like dry clods of soil.
His whole body was red, and he stepped into the forest, breathing heavily, and burned a path in front of him.
The forest led directly to an unknown low mountain. Lord Tianyang rose from the ground and rushed straight into the mountain. The road he passed was burned out with a path of flames like a fire dragon.
"Human flavor!"
Venerable Tianyang's eyes were filled with fire: "Stop hiding, I smell you!"
Zeng Fan was hiding in a cave in a low mountain, with seventeen sacks beside him, and more than twenty bandits wrapped in tattered clothes scattered in the cave.
Zeng Fan looked solemn, holding the long knife tightly in his hand, and his heart was beating violently uncontrollably.
Beside him, a woman wearing close-fitting clothing hugged her chest, squeezed out a suffocating arc, and squinted at the hole. There was a slender scar on her face, which not only did not affect her Her charm made her look even more wild.
The entrance to the cave is sealed by a stone door, blocking outside prying eyes.
I only heard the thunderous voice ringing around me: "Little mouse, where are you hiding?"
"I saw you," the rolling thunder was lingering nearby: "If you don't come out, when I find you, I will twist off your heads and eat them."
Zeng Fan held his breath and did not dare to make a sound.
The sound gradually faded away, and it seemed that the cave where Zeng Fan lived was nowhere to be found.
Zeng Fan had sweat dripping from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
"I found you! Hahahahahaha." A red head suddenly passed through the stone door and emerged from the stone cave.
The red head was in flames, and it rushed towards Zeng Fan with a ferocious laugh.
Zeng Fan was horrified and slashed at the red ghost head with the long knife in his hand.
The long sword made a great achievement in one fell swoop, dividing the ghost head into two pieces and spreading them out like flowing magma.
"careful!"
The woman beside Zeng Fan screamed, and the dark wind blew violently towards the two ghost heads.
Magma and flames gathered in the wind. The two ghost heads ignored the blowing wind and gathered again in the wind, turning into the head of Lord Tianyang: "There is also a little fox. A little thing like you dares to stand in my way." before!"
His voice was still soft at first, but it got louder and louder, and the word "in front of you" was already like thunder.
With a roar, the stone door of the cave exploded to pieces. The body of Lord Tianyang turned into red flames and flowed over, gathering into a huge ghost and god in the cave. He extended two huge flaming claws towards Zeng Fan and the fox demon. Caught it.
The fox demon grabbed Zeng Fan's collar, retreated suddenly, and then threw out seventeen sacks: "Don't you want this? Here it is!"
These seventeen sacks hit Master Tianyang, who had no choice but to disperse his flame claws, swoop down, and turn into red wind to roll up these sacks to avoid accidental killing.
The fox demon immediately shouted: "Go quickly!"
A group of people immediately ran into the cave and fled to another exit.
Venerable Tianyang gave a sarcastic laugh: "Run? Can you run?"
He doesn't chase, he just keeps the sack next to him.
The bandits pushed open another exit.
The moon is at the zenith.
The bright moon shines in the mountain forest, and the dim light in the mountain forest is blocked by countless branches and leaves.
But there was a face as bright as the moon, looking down at the bandits who had pushed away the cover. On this face as white as the moon and as round as the moon, thin line-like eyes opened, revealing a pair of cyan pupils.
"Look, what I found!"
Mrs. Diyin's red-lined mouth opened and closed, revealing a joyful laugh.
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
Mrs. Diyin stretched out her hand to grab the crowd. Her hands were as white as jade, her arms were as round as lotus roots, and the nails on her ten fingers were glowing blue, wondering if they were poison.
She was clearly far away, but her hands stretched as far as she stretched her neck, picked up the two bandits, and squeezed them hard.
The two bandits should have been kneaded into meat paste in an instant, and Mrs. Diyin was even ready to wrap her hands in warm plasma, like a bath.
But no pinching.
The intoxicated and crazy look on her face gradually faded away, and her green eyes looked at the bandit in her hand.
Two iron ropes emerged from the bandit's tattered clothes and wrapped around Lady Diyin's hands like snakes.
The iron rope locked Mrs. Diyin's hands, and the biting cold air came from her wrists, making it almost difficult for her to move.
The madness on her face turned into fear and madness: "Yin soldiers!"
The tattered clothes turned into iron armor, and the sallow-looking bandits turned into cold-faced soldiers.
The bodies of the two Yin soldiers continued to grow, and they opened Madam Diyin's hands, holding her hands one on the left and one on the right, so that she could not escape.
The remaining eighteen bandits immediately followed, transformed into eighteen soldiers, and raised their spears to kill Madam Diyin.
One of the red-armored young generals was behind the formation and sneered: "You evil ghost, you have committed a crime, and you won't be captured without hesitation!"
Mrs. Diyin screamed, then jerked away, breaking her own arm. The two missing arms swept across like big guns, sweeping the soldiers back.
"I am Mrs. Diyin! How dare you, little Yin soldier, attack me?"
Madam Diyin got a chance to breathe and immediately retracted her neck and arms.
There was no blood in the broken arm, only the blue muscles and white bones under the pale skin were exposed.
She twisted her arm and saw that the broken bones were gradually growing. After a few breaths, a pair of white hands were born again.
"Tianyang! What are you waiting for!"
